Why is it when I ask David if he would like to walk around the block he always suggests a trip to Dunkin Donuts? No, I don’t want a donut, I told him, but I could eat a croissant from the cute little coffee bar up the block.
When I was working, I always got a Starbucks coffee midmorning and sometimes a pasty too. Of course I sat at a desk all day back then. What am I saying? I still sit at a desk most of the day, reading or blogging.
However, when I was working, I had a gym membership and went downstairs to walk the treadmill and ride the recumbent bike every morning. Amara and I walked around our federal reservation at noon, and inside on the seven miles of corridor when the weather was inclement. Several days a week I also did Yoga or Pilates.
After I had a heart attack, I stopped exercising in the gym for a while, but took it up again when I retired.
After I had a stroke, I stopped doing Yoga. I always had trouble with some of the Pranas, but they were impossible when my body wouldn’t bend. I thought it was the stroke that made me inflexible, but my orthopedic doctor says my back was probably part of the problem.
Now you might say, “If she did not eat that pastry and drink that coffee from Starbucks so often, she probably would be in better shape. However, my Mom died at age 56 and never exercised a day in her life, BUT she did housework. Now days, doctors admit housework is exercise although it might overuse some parts of the body. Mom had what was called “housewife’s knee” back then. And housewife’s back, etc.
I expend energy in my garden, even in the winter months. Funny, how working in the garden never seems like work. I also clean my parrots messy areas every day. That never seems like work either. Ditto the dogs. David does a lot too. He helps with sweeping and covering the birds at night. He likes the birds, a like he has acquired since knowing me. He also likes the wild birds outside and sits on our garden bench and watches them most days. We have winter visitors now, and they are different from the year-round and “summer only” birds.
David cleaned out the bird houses last week. It might seem early, but some of the birds are already building nests. When we cut back the yellow climbing rose we found two nests from different birds. I know the larger messier nest was that of the mourning dove because I saw her sitting there on her baby birds. The smaller one could be anyone of a number of birds.
My thrill this week was to spot an Eastern Bluebird on the wing. He was flying over Dolly Madison Blvd and we passed him on the way to one of my doctors. The Eastern Bluebird is one of the most beautiful of birds in the world. I once saw a family of EBB, Mom Dad and three babies, perched on a guy wire ready for take off. The parents had all three kids out for flight lessons I suppose.
Around here, many folks make a great effort care for the EBB. Bluebirds are not city residents per se, which is why I became excited about seeing one on Dolly Madison Blvd, “in the city”, or at least the VA part of the city. However, I have read they are making lives in the suburbs where they can find cover. Another reason to vote for bonds to create parkland with wilderness areas in urban places.